The Park, Saturday evening
Xander had the start of one of those headaches, the ones that began as a dull pain behin his eyepatch and slowly throbbed their way backwards into his brain until you could play sambas with his skull. Napping it off hadn't worked, so he decided to try taking a walk; sometimes what the weather played a part in causing, it would also help fix, if he wandered out in it.
When he reached the park, he turned up the collar to his jacket to keep the mist from sneaking down the back of his neck, and settled down on one of the benches to watch the duckpond. There was a book on his knee, but he wasn't reading it.
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[OOC: Xander's here for a specific encounter, but the park, being a park and Xander having no explosives or large construction equipment on him, will still be here for your parkly needs after he leaves.]
When he reached the park, he turned up the collar to his jacket to keep the mist from sneaking down the back of his neck, and settled down on one of the benches to watch the duckpond. There was a book on his knee, but he wasn't reading it.
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[OOC: Xander's here for a specific encounter, but the park, being a park and Xander having no explosives or large construction equipment on him, will still be here for your parkly needs after he leaves.]